But tonight you should lay down that gun
Your playing just might hurt someone
And in the dark, it's hard to tell a foe from friend.
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Today was one of those days.
Yeah, those "I feel too overweight to possibly do anything remotely fun" days.
I took a ramble down to Coffee Bean with my gran and siblings, and picked on a leaf of Caesar salad while Jon and Jana had mocha fraps.

Unfair.
I want my metabolism back. :[

Anyway, so later I [after much willpower!!!] dragged myself onto my bike and onto the road for a session of much [major understatement] needed exercise.

...And golly, I'm so glad I did.

I'd forgotten how good it could feel to be out there.

See, the thing is- I'm an avid anti-sun kinduv person, so the teeniest bit of sunshine usually puts me off from hitting the concrete for a workout.
But God must have finally decided that there had been enough! of Cara's slacking around, because then the weather was simply beautiful.

I love the evening.
I love my neighbourhood. I love the smells of cream sauce and meatballs sizzling as I whiz past; love watching people hang up early Christmas decorations; love shrieking out "...Evening!" to the occasional surprised elderly couple out on their evening walk.

Seriously, I thought I could go on like that forever- pedalling furiously, with the wind whistling in my ears and the dim silhouettes of houses passing in a blur, and being able to lift my head and see the ghost of the moon appearing in the darkening sky.

I was tempted to yell, "Libero, libero!" at the top of my lungs as I rode. Only I didn't want to be mistaken for a loon on a bike.

I wish I could have gone on like that. I wish one day I could ride the world over, just going on and on and on...
...Maybe one day I will, though.

I think that's the closest I've ever gotten to being the wind.

It's like as long as I can just keep pedalling and pushing myself to go faster, faster...nobody'll ever be able to catch me.
And as long as I don't stop, nobody has the power to hurt me or to criticise me or to press unwanted judgements on me.

Nobody can catch me, nobody can catch me, nobody can take anything away from me.

And that's the way I want it, would want, have always wanted it to be.

I wish I could have caught that high, that glorious euphoria; and kept it in a glass bottle.

Because in that time, and for that time only,

I was infinite.